“An autobiography is the truest of all books; for while it inevitably consists mainly of extinctions of the truth, shirkings of the truth, partial revealments of the truth, with hardly an instance of plain straight truth, the remorseless truth is there, between the lines.” – Samuel Longhorne Clemens

On June 15, 1985, my brother Charlie died. I was 24 years old and he was 20. I had had a prophetic dream that he had been killed 23 hours and 50 minutes before, but the next day dismissed it as only worry, not understanding its psychic significance.

In 1912, Mark Twain’s biographer, Albert Bigelow Paine, described an odd event in the famous writer’s life.

Henry & Samuel Clemens

        In 1858, 23 year-old Samuel Clemens (aka “Mark Twain”) was working as steersman on a steamboat called the Pennsylvania and had recently arranged for his younger brother Henry (just 20 years old) to work on the same ship. It was a good time for the Clemens brothers, and Samuel truly enjoyed having his brother work with him. One night, likely in May or early June of the year, the Pennsylvania was in dock at St. Louis, Missouri, and Samuel spent the night at his older sister Pamela’s house in town; and he had a very vivid dream.

        Samuel was standing in the sitting-room of his sister’s house. Across two chairs a metallic coffin was supported; and in it lay Henry, a bouquet of white flowers with a single crimson bloom in the center, on his chest.

        Samuel awoke the next morning convinced the dream was real; he arose and dressed, intending to go downstairs to view his brother’s corpse… instead, he went out for a morose early morning walk. He was halfway up the block when he realized he had been dreaming. Samuel ran back and rushed into his sister’s sitting-room, and was greatly relieved to discover it empty of the vision he had experienced. He told Pamela about the dream, which helped him calm down some.

        Soon after, the Pennsylvania sailed to New Orleans, and Samuel stopped worrying about the troubling dream. This was in part because the ship made the trip safely, but also because Samuel had an argument with a pilot named Brown, resulting in a short fight. Brown had been a troublemaker in the past as well, and the Captain decided he would hire a new man at St. Louis on their way back from New Orleans and let Brown go. To try and prevent further trouble until then, Samuel volunteered to follow on a different ship for this part of the journey, and then to resume his job as steersman at St. Louis after Brown had been replaced. And so the Pennsylvania sailed without Samuel Clemens, who followed two days behind it aboard the A.T. Lacey.

        This proved to be a fateful decision. The Pennsylvania‘s boilers exploded on June 13 just past Memphis, Tennessee, sinking the ship and killing 250 people of the estimated 500 passengers and crew outright; more died due to injuries after. Henry had been blown into the river by the initial blast, but had swam back to the ship to help others escape. As a result of either the initial blast or his return, he had been scalded and inhaled steam, scalding his lungs as well. Samuel was by Henry’s side as soon as possible, but nothing could be done… Henry lingered until June 20, when he passed away in his sleep.

        Samuel was near destroyed, and the grief of his brother’s death and the exhaustion of tending to him for the days after the explosion left him in a sad and dreamlike state; he was taken to the home of a Memphis citizen and given a bed, where he collapsed for the next several hours. When he arose, he mechanically dressed and then went to seek where his brother was lying. The coffin was supported by two chairs; and, though other victims had plain wood coffins, a special fund had been raised for Henry in light of his youth and bravery… so he lay in a metal coffin. As Samuel stood looking at his young brother’s corpse, an elderly lady entered the room and placed a bouquet of flowers on his chest; it was all white, except for one crimson bloom in the center.

        Many authors now agree that this experience is what led Samuel Clemens to become a member of the American branch of the Society for Psychical Research.




Written by The Ascension Diet - Eating To Ascend

Ridiculed by family and friends lifelong for being a "conspiracy theorist", survivalist and prepper, the author was born to ancestry on each side steeped in Freemasonry (Masonic Order Scottish Rite, Eastern Star, Job's Daughters), the Oddfellows and the Elks, John Birch and other secret societies, while being German, Celtic Irish / Welsh and Cherokee in both direct parental lineages. Those who are awake know the significance of this lineage. Her early childhood and youth were shaped by devout Lutheranism, scouting, serving as Chaplain in Job's Daughters, and almost becoming Amish! After reading 1984 in 1974, she stopped watching television at age 14, and at 17, refused multiple recruitment attempts by the CIA. By age 25, she was an antique dealer who helped coin the term kitsch, and an accomplished, self-sufficient non-GMO organic gardener and master food preserver, with two young children, a degree in Chemistry, and a scholarship to Johns Hopkins Medical School. The tragic death of her closest brother derailed her medical studies, and having become a divorced single parent by age 27 with no child support, instead pursued advanced degrees in fine arts and hospice nursing. However, monetary reward was not to come. As years went by, a pattern of MK Ultra interference emerged, interrupting completion of her goals. The strong educational background in math, sciences and computers, fine arts, literature and history imbued her ability to decipher the intentionally confusing reality of the toxic world we live in. Previous employers include NASA Goddard, the Discovery Channel and Aerotek. As the "truther movement" gained momentum world-over, the undeniably visible dangers of GMOs, chemtrails, and the surveillance state grew evident. Interviewed on NPR's National Public Radio in 2011 as a pioneer GMO-free food producer, her life took another fateful turn three years later, after her primary care physician refused to diagnose and treat her for Lyme Disease, she realized she had developed what is commonly called Morgellons, and immediately discovered that the systemic coverup and refusal to diagnose or treat meant she had to heal herself. Drawing on every aspect of her lifetime of experience and learning enabled her to not only recover, but to achieve a greater health - in middle age - than is believed possible. In the process of detoxification and physical regeneration - especially the pineal gland - she found a working diet almost anyone can follow that raises frequency and sovereign intention, readying the mind, body and spirit for humanity's greatest challenge: Ascension.
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